Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.